Before you start implying on things.. no YOU are not a coward and neither am I. The coward on which the post is based is happens to be the Director of the hostel am currently living at.

If you follow my tweets, you might have known that Thursday early morning bro had come to pick me up. Bro and his family were supposed to visit Raipur in the weekend, so mom wanted me to be home for a few days as I have exams from the coming week and I’ll be only visiting home after the exams i.e 2nd-3rd week of December aka just before Christmas..

Anyways.. I left for home and at one point of time I realised that I hadn’t locked an almirah.. I thought of calling my roomie and asking her to lock it, but easily put away with the thought cos I never thought something might happen to my belongings. Yeah, thats pretty lame on my part thinking that I managed to loose my iPod earlier (mind it someone stole it).

Keeping things aside, I got back to the hostel late evening and got a surprise welcome by seniors and the warden. As I was too busy placing the baggage’s in my room I didn’t listen to what they were saying.. when I entered my room for the 3rd time, roomie told me that there was a “bad news” and I said, speak.. She told me that earlier in the morning a surprise checking took place in the hostel and as my almirah was not locked, the warden opened it and found my electric iron there and confiscated it.

After hearing this I kept my cool and went outside to tell mams n warden that I heard the news. They immediately came to my room telling me what happened. I asked the warden what all fine I’d have to pay and she told me that I’ll have to talk to the director about it cos right now he had my iron.

I called mom and told her about the whole issue, she talked with the warden too and then told me to ask the Director to talk to her and she would handle the whole issue.. in the meanwhile most of the gals were swarming in the room and as I wasn’t able to hear mom properly I stepped outside the room into the balcony and resumed the talk… dunno what went thru’ my mind then and I started crying.. and that too I cried a lot.. It was a case of violation of personal space.. They hand no right to take it from me when I wasn’t here.. If the checking had taken place infront of my, I wouldn’t had any obligations of giving up on my iron.. but this was just too much.. and considering the fact that the iron had everyone’s eyes set upon it.. gals used to say thats its a matter of days and I will be forced to part with it..

I had said earlier that I’d be more than welcome to hand over my electric iron.. but the whole scenario that happened was just too much.. And you know what I was crying for? I was crying out to God to give me strength, courage, wisdom and grace to talk to the Director when he calls me to speak to him regarding this thing.

In the end I’d like to say that it was an act of complete cowardliness on account of the Director and the Warden to open my not-locked almirah and taking away the iron.

Am also asking God to grant wisdom to the officials so that they make wise decisions..